Stone Angels guard the gates of a beautiful garden. I walk down the path, past them. Do they watch me as I pass?
Rain clouds start to appear and an old tree provides me with shelter. But what's this I see, past the roses? An ancient fountain dry of water.
I continue my journey, following the lake. I gaze into the water, that reflects nothing but my soul. Rain is falling from the dark grey sky, and I turn to go leaving behind the secrets of this place.
As I walk out of the gates, something brushes my shoulder. I turn and am confronted once more by the angel's stony silence. Is that a smile I see upon its face.
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